[Alex just lets out an angry huff of air, and she shakes her head, because what the hell is evening happening right now honestly? Even she doesn't know. All she knows is that they're both angry, and they're both being versions of their worst selves, and she hates it when they do it, because it just makes her feel like they're two seconds from pulling their preverbal balls up and going home from the playground because they don't like how the other one is acting.

It happened countless times with the show and the tapes, but this was different and this was them, and this was them fighting about it being them. In the end it's all she could do to muttered:]

Jesus, Richard. Why would you do that to yourself? I swear sometimes you are the most intelligent idiot I've ever met. Was it just since you came back from Charlie?